Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.